Sunday, 2 December 2012

A red wing rose in the darkness

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness...

http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/czeslaw_milosz/poems/15414

The red wing of the Winter sun rose in the darkness this morning - and the fields - the Green - were frozen.

Mick and June swung by and took me to the meeting, along with Jean. And delivered me back - door to door. Natasha is coming round tomorrow night as I am her householder on Thursday and we have to practise. Hopefully Captain B will be able to take both me and Audrey to the meeting. Jackie is coming for supper Tuesday night, so I have a chicken casserole to make.

Malcolm came over to ask how I was - still running-in my walking stick - and told me that he would get me a CD of the talks from the Assembly that I just missed!

So a good day, despite a lot of arthritis pain.

I hope that Czeslaw Milosz will be woken from the sleep of death when the time comes, and that he will see the sun rise again over the beautiful beautiful earth.